Looking like crap doesn't mean I'm pregnant

I'm sure all two of you who read this blog (that's counting me and Kae) have been wondering what Bee's been up to that's caused her searing wit and biting sarcasm to be silent. The answer to that, of course, is Korean. And watching lots of Grey's Anatomy and occasionally getting up to run and whatnot.

On the subject of Korean (specifically my Korean teachers), one of my teachers today told me I looked like crap. I assume that's the translation from Korean. I don't actually know the verb for "to look like crap" but that was the jist. She asked if I was getting a cold or something. I'm not, I just looked like crap today. My classmate answered for me with, "Oh, don't worry about her, she's just pregnant." (For the record, NOT PREGNANT).

Before I could cut in, my teacher was bouncing in her seat, clapping her hands and congratulating me. The kicker is, the first thing she said was, "Really? It's about time!" Oh yeah. Who cares that I have other goals and we aren't having kids yet. My Korean teachers, from the second I got married, were waiting for me and Señor Marine to put a bun in this oven. Of course, she was terribly disappointed when I told her my classmate was just joking around. Crushed, even.

On the bright side, Señor Marine and I already decided we are naming a child Hurricane if it's a girl and Optimus Prime if it's a boy. So we're set there.

Doppelgangers

In my continuing effort to enrich my children's lives and grow their impressionable minds, I let them look with me while I'm online. Which led to them incorrectly thinking I was looking at pictures of people we actually know.



While listening to Adele, Pipsqueak was convinced it was Auntie Bee. It may have been the sultry voice or the 60's era look, I know not which one led him to think it was Bee.


While looking at pictures of Posh Spice and her newish baby, several children thought it was Uncle Artiste's girlfriend, the Fashionista. (That mistaken identity I can totally understand- other than the baby as a fashion accessory. Because the Fashionista doesn't have any children.)

Since I've come to realize the children are easily confused, I've been thinking about showing them some pictures and trying to convince them it's me.



So far no luck. Maybe if I didn't try to convince them I'm a Victoria's Secret model- I think I may be aiming too high with that one.

--Kae--

Win!

The source of the burning in my apartment was discovered.

I'd call that a win for Señor Marine.

Kae is going to be disappointed that I forgot to take pictures of us this weekend when we were all dressed up and going out on the town for Valentine's Day. Just take my word for it, we were hot. I'll deliver better next time.

I love you

Matilda told me she wants to drill little holes in my head so she can crawl into my brain. The jist of the conversation was she loved me and wanted to be close to me. Umm... thanks I love you too, Hannibal Lector.

(Run Specs, run for your life.)

--Kae--

A little story about VD (that's Valentine's Day)

Early on the morn of Valentine's Day, Señor Marine woke me up accidentally. Imagine if you will the scene: me half awake, with my hair springing free of its braid into its usual glorious Jewfro; my scratchy, dry Satan-esque voice rasping as I asked, "Will you be my Valentine?" Cheesy, yes. But it was three hours before I had to get up and I was half asleep. Just go with it. Señor Marine looked at me in all my glory for a few minutes, then shrugged and said, "Okay." Awww, the magic of love.

This has been my first Valentine's Day with someone. We don't count last Valentine's Day, since we were just starting to date and didn't do anything besides accidentally go on a date, then realize what day it was and feel awkward. Most of my Valentine's Days have consisted of sitting with other single girls, eating ice cream and watching the most horrible chick flicks we can find. Last year, it was P.S. I Love You.

This year, Señor Marine came to pick me up at work with three bouquets of flowers in the front seat. Apparently one wouldn't do the trick today. They were gorgeous, and he even remembered that I had said eons ago how lilies are my favorites. The only problem with this plethora of flora is I have one vase at home. The one vase that I bought last year and then whined to Señor Marine about how I had nothing to put in it (ahem, hint hint! In case you're wondering...no, he didn't get the hint. He told me to go buy some flowers then. It wasn't until I flat out told him it's a waste of money and cheesy, but I want some damn flowers that he said okay, but not until there was a reason to do so. So that ended with him buying me some on a really bad day. And yes. I cried like a little girl). So, quick shopping trip to the store before they closed, and voila! Enough vases for the house.

I know Señor Marine had another homemade surprise coming for our date night this weekend, but I have no idea what it is. I came home today to the smell of something burning and him yelling, "Close your eyes! Don't look!" Then I go into the kitchen to figure out dinner and he tells me to get away from the oven because pieces of my present are inside. Um....I'm perplexed. I'll keep you posted on what burnt present it could possibly be.

On that note, I need to go pick up some dinner since I'm not allowed into the kitchen.

--Bee--

We be hipsters

I didn't realize until I read Bee's post from yesterday, that Señor Marine has something against hipsters. So I'm kind of hoping he's like Aquaman and doesn't actually have any clue what Bee and I are up to with our blog. Because here come some pictures of the new glasses that came for all the blind folk in the family...and there's a bit of a hipster flair to some of the new glasses. Sorry Señor, maybe you didn't know all the extras you got when you married Bee.

 Specs with his new specs and winter wear.

 Specs grooving...because hipster glasses make you want to dance.

Pipsqueak with the same style he had, just another 3 pairs on hand now. Should last a couple months.

I feel like the self-portrait is a bit of a let-down after the cuteness of the last three pictures, but there you go anyway. My new oversized glasses that I heart. So comfortable. And dare I say, so nerdy they're cool? Maybe? Or not.

And a bonus picture. I call this one, "One Second Till Impact".

--Kae--

footloose and fancy free

I feel like my life doesn't live up to Kae's wild expectations. Yes,  Señor Marine and I don't have children like her and have our weekends free (usually) to do what we want. However, my Friday night consisted of watching Grey's Anatomy while Señor Marine and his little brother played video games together. At least Saturday we ended up doing things with friends, so I felt slightly less lame and like less of a disgrace.


Today was a good day. Señor Marine made me the most delicious oatmeal pancakes for breakfast, and then took me to see The Vow. Yes, The Vow. He agreed to go on the grounds that he didn't know in advance what it was about. I feel like this was a solid choice on his part. However, a mutual friend of ours heard about the date and said, "You mean that lame movie where the girl loses her memory and her husband tries to make her love him again?" Upon hearing this, Señor Marine knew he was in for some horror.


He was (mostly) silent during the movie. There were a few snorts on his behalf, but otherwise, he had much less to say about the movie than the two seventy-something women sitting behind us (it was like sitting in front of the hecklers from the Muppet Show). The second we were out of the theater though, he was in peals of laughter. His review: "Sure. Have a bunch of hipsters flying around a movie. That makes a great story. Everyone loves hipsters" (vomiting motion). Me? I loved it. Give me melodramatic story lines any day. Hipsters are an added bonus. The only unbelievable part though was when Rachel McAdams wakes up from her coma and won't listen to Channing Tatum (or is it Tatum Channing? I never get it straight) saying he is her husband. I think any woman would see him and say, "I don't care if you are a crazy stalker psychopath. I will believe you are my husband. Take me away!"


So now we are trying to savor our last moments of the weekend before heading back to the grind bright and early in the morning. I made a delicious chicken dinner and am about to pass out into a food coma. In case you're interested, the chicken was delicious and didn't end up burned on the outside and completely raw on the inside, like usually happens with my cooking. I suppose I can share this recipe with the world. Go make some Delicious chicken! (As a side note, I used garlic Ritz crackers instead of normal ones and it was goooood).




It's probably time to tackle some homework. On that note... 안녕히 가세요!


--Bee--

Friday night, Kae-style

Not much to report from the Kasa de Kae. All five kids were bathed today. I guess that happens rarely enough that it rates as newsworthy. And we took ourselves over to our friends' house thanks to a supper invitation. The only reason we accepted this invite and it actually worked out to be crazy fun was because they also have five kids, they also went from two kids to five kids overnight, and they've also embraced the insanity of their life (which means having ten kids under the age of 8 running around didn't cause any adult to bat an eyelash).

I'm assuming Bee would have something more exciting to blog about on a Friday night, but since I'm home and the kids are settled into bed (and bedtime was nothing like you are leading people to believe, Bee) and Bee's probably out being young and footloose, you get to enjoy the excitement of my life. Happy Friday, all.

--Kae--

welcome to the jungle

Kae gave me the biggest honor possible: the writing of the first post. I know she is sitting at home, biting her nails and waiting to see what horror I can create. Okay, probably not. It's bedtime at Hillbilly Holler and I have been around enough to see what goes down. At least two of the kids crying; a third insisting they aren't sleepy; a fourth missing from the mix, to be found later in a completely random spot like inside a cupboard or out in the yard, seeing how deep they can make a mud pit. The fifth is kind of a crap shoot. They could either be passed out in their bed, sleeping like a little angel, or watching the prohibited channels on TV since Mom and Dad are distracted (don't worry, social services, by prohibited channels, I mean Disney Channel primetime).

She did instruct me to give an introduction of sorts, so I suppose I should oblige. For a crash course in Kae, I should mention she is a nurse, but chose to stay home with her five kids to police them and homeschool them and so on. She is the older sister and definitely the more type A between the two of us.

As for me, I am currently in the Air Force. I graduated from college with a bachelor's in biblical and theological studies, worked as an EMT for a while, then decided to join the military. I know, the natural progression a life should take.

All that being said, I believe I have fulfilled my introduction duties. Anything further I am sure will be revealed in the future. For now, I have a husband, an apple toaster strudel and an episode of "Chuck" waiting for me.

--Bee--